It Was the Momovirus!

My beautiful cat Momo got sick earlier in the year, right about when Covid-19 started, so I joked with twisted humor that it was the Momovirus. In March, I found out her kidneys are failing, so as usual*, she and I addressed our fear with song. With thanks to the …

Are You There?

My contribution to pandemic literature, circa 1992 When the first call came, the Island was horrified. The radio was their joy, and the people they met over it were like stars in the sky. Of course, some traveled to and from the Island, but that was only monthly, and this—this— …

How Does My Garden Grow

–“Man designs for himself a garden with a hundred kinds of trees, a thousand kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of fruit and vegetables. Suppose, then, that the gardener of this garden knew no other distinction between edible and inedible, nine-tenths of this garden would be useless to him. He …

Exploring My Swedish (In)Side

Farmers, serfs, peasants, torps, the sons and the dottirs, setting out from Korsberga, Jönköpings län, Småland, boarding boats in Gothenburg, passing through ports like New York, and then to Knox, preceded in the two previous decades by fifteen thousand cousins (starving more deeply or perhaps more Viking-like). Magnus, Eva, Christina, …